Pretty Little Get Away

Chapter 1

I run to my room knowing that once my dad finds that I dropped his mug that he's ganna pound me. There's just no point in trying to hide it. He'll find out some other way.

I close my bedroom door and try to hold back the tears I know are about to come and get on my knees and pray.

"Dear God, I can't do this anymore," I say in between my quiet sobs. "I can't let him beat me every time I mess up! He's probably just ganna kill me this time... God... please help me keep going. I need the strength. I'm leaving for good, just please don't let him find me!... Amen."

I wipe my eyes and look at the clock. 2:39.I have an hour to get gone. I get up from my knees and look around. I have my backpack. It could work. I grab it and dump out everything in my closet. Then I run to my father's room and grab his pocket knife. I see my reflection in the blade and quickly fold it up.

Once I clip it to my jeans I run downstairs to the kitchen and grab dried oatmeal and some water bottles and fill them to the brim and shove them in my school bag. Then I get some peanut butter even though I never eat it, but I'll need it if I'm ganna go for as long as I can through today and tonight. Then I run back up to my room and grab my jean jacket, my other pair's of jeans, and t-shirts.

Then I get my older back pack and hook it up to my other one with some dog collars and put my leather boots in it, with my wallet that has about $30, and go back downstairs.

I pass the bathroom on the way to the main room that has all my dad's junk in it and look in the mirror at myself to see if I really wanna do this. Once I see the black eye, cuts and burns, I know it's either this or death in my own yard and keep going.

I grab a lighter and matches and then I run to the shop, a part of the garage my dad uses when he's not drunk. I look around and then finally see the hatchet and put it in a loop that usually is used to hold up a belt.

I run back inside and look at the clock. 3:11. I should have about a ten minute head start. But then decide to look for some more food. I grab a few apples and pears and a bottle of root beer.

I get my backpack and put it around my shoulders and turn to go out the door but turn back around and open the refrigerator and get a ton of beer bottles and smash them one by one on the flood for my father to find.

I look back before I go out. If my father catches me I'm dead no doubt. And then I feel a little grin go across my face and I turn and run out the door letting my dark brown hair bounce behind me.

Once my Nikes hit the plush grass, for once in my life, I'm glad to have lived in a house in the middle of nowhere.

I get over the first small hill and hear the sound of tires on gravel and realise I should have changed out of my white T-shirt and into something darker, but I guess it's to late now, and keep going.

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I don't know how far I've gotten and I don't know how long I can keep going. All I knows is it's getting dark. I walk beside the road and my eyes start to go in and out of focus.

I sit down but then realize that I have no water left and that I spent all my money. I've been going for about a week or so. Well, I'll take it. It's better than being executed in your own backyard I think to myself. I go ahead and look over the cut on my right arm.

"Damb twigs," I say recalling the memory of when I tripped and fell on top of a branch. I notice it's starting to bleed again and get out one of my shirts and knife and cut it in till I have six long lines of white fabric, and rap one of the pieces of cloth around my arm.

Next, I pull up my jeans and look at the cuts and bruises. Right away I notice the cut going across my left leg. It almost goes all the way around, but not totally. I grab two more pieces of cloth and rap it, making sure not to do it to hard around.

I get up and start to go again and then, it's like the ground itself is moving in a circle. I don't know if I'm going left, right, backwards, or strait.

I see a car in front of me stop and a boy about sixteen or eighteen get out and start to run over. And the last thing I see is the boy mouth my name, and then slowly go blurry, and then it's as if the whole world decided to go black at once.